Before I get back to talking All Things Pregnancy, please take a moment to laugh at this picture of my son:
Oh, is that not pitiful enough? Well, how about this one, then?
Yes, that's my boy. Sent to daycare in a Ramones shirt and a ripped pair of jeans, because his clueless parents didn't know it was PICTURE DAY; clearly living a Dickensian existence, bereft of love and affection and healthful meals. My god, will you look at those liquid, nearly tear-filled eyes? The solemn, cheerless expression? Perhaps he's not sending a message about the quality of his care at home after all, perhaps the photographer was hovering just out of frame with a large metal bat (you know: beat on the brat, beat on the brat, beat on the brat with a baseball bat oh yah, oh yah).
We've had some good Picture Day results in the past, but these? Definitely not going in the holiday card.